''Time for the cobras to hiss on the uppermost levels, for the nettle to jostle the patios and roof-gardens, 'for the Market to crash in a pyramid of moss, time for the jungle lianas that follow the rifles soon, soon enough, ever so soon. Woe to you, Wall Street!''- Lorca- "Dance of Death.
hehe. Lorca was a famous poet who moved from Madrid to New York City and experienced the stock market crash of 1929.
I wonder what poet is going to rear his lyrical head and illustrate through prose the consequential ruination of this twenty-first-century plight? Maybe Andy Warhol will conjure an exhibition of some sort to regurgitate the current economic decline with wit and taste? After all, we only have ourselves to blame so why not laugh in the face of our greed or our ignorance... dependent on which side of the spectrum we are on. Any wealthy American should concede to money-grubbing while I think most middle or lower class Americans are just plain ignorant. There is always a grey area and never a sure answer but as I rifle through the population the lack of employment and waning economy becomes more tangible and I am beginning to wonder who is REALLY responsible?
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